And when my name is spoken
When opportunity is at hand
I shall not waiver nor be broken
For my might is all too grand
And through all pain and punishment
With bruises and ugly scars
Alongside my brothers I will carry
Breaking through the stars
And when you hear us calling
With our colors flying high
Prep your greatest warriors
For heroes never die

We are soldiers who do not understand what we are capable of
How one person can send the largest ripple in the puddle of life
Through the power they posses
In an instant the most radical choice
The most ludicrous idea
Can set you on a whirlwind adventure.
Call it ignorance
Call it beauty
Call it what it is
But never forget the power everyone has within them
For every man fights his own battle
Trudging forth through the wilderness
Catching his breath for the slightest of moments
Give him praise when you meet in that forest
For when you part ways
That adventurer will surely never forget you
Squander not the power you hold inside yourself
Be brave
Be unafraid of the consequences
Be wise and fair
For there is nothing as inspiring
For when an explorer
Lost in the depths of the darkest wood
Finally finds himself beneath the undergrowth
And I can only hope for when you find yourself
I'll be there
"Catching some of the light comin' off you that day"

The sun set behind the shambled buildings
All that was left before our end
And on the wind I heard Them
Those left to plague the dark corners
To hide in the cracks of darkened halls
Swings swayed and street lights flickered
Screams echoed through the cities hallways
Deserted cars like matchbox toys
Moans of the dead filled the air
Friends and family gone and passed
In an instant before the storm
I sat nestled in my tree for the night
Alone
As if anything had changed

You always know when a room needs cleaning
When you sit up in bed while slowly dreaming
And you say those words
Those awful words
"I should really. clean. up."
From clothes to papers
Trash and toys
To all you girls and (lets be honest) mostly boys
That frightful moment when all stands still
Where your room goes under the surgeons knife…
And for me
Its easy
But very odd to explain
Am I the only one who can't ever decide
If I 'll ever need this tiny thing again?
From the trinkets to the binders
From trivial to the important
It is simply impossible for me to decide
What to keep or throw away
But!
Don't call me a hoarder
I much prefer the title planner
For what I keep may possibly be used again
In the end I shove it all away
In the drawers and behind closet doors
Gathering dust
And turning to rust
Waiting to be used again.

The greatest men and women of our history
Never gave a **** what others thought
When wrought with the most sour of adversity
And maybe this notion is what separates us from them
When we've lost the confidence to fend for ourselves
Where:
A Nun cared for millions not for herself but for them
The Hopeless and Needy
A President guided a nation toward freedom and unity for them
The Lost and Enslaved
A Singer sang her heart out one step ahead of a racist world for them
The Broken and Battered
A **** defied evil itself to save those who needed it most for them
The Persecuted and Shattered
What we lack in this modern world is the sense to act
From me, to you, to everyone
Where the next one in line says the other will step up
Yet no one takes the stage, vacant, empty
And evil prevails for when good sits back and watches
The world gets ugly
People bicker and fight
Over ancient quarrels and forefather's sins
But for what
For themselves?
What we have forgotten is the ticking clock
And have been wasting the precious minutes
The seconds, the hours
Desperately digging for more in a barren land
Why not live a life not as a digger
A miner sent down into the dark lit caves
But as a human
A being capable of loving thy neighbor
And having a laugh here and there
Why not for once love more and judge less
Cause when we do that
Maybe just maybe
We could become the men and women of our pasts
Acting up as we see a dire problem in need of fixing
Not cause the people around you do the same
But because we choose to for ourselves for once.

I then asked God,
Create a stone no being can lift
And to me he responded
No stone is too heavy
Nor too light
I create things your mind wouldn't conceive
I created your reality
Your perception of what is true
I bend the laws your greatest men have formulated
For those laws are basic concepts
Trivial matters and human logic
I created logic itself
For with a stone no being can lift
It would not be impossible
Yet, it would be possible
For there is no logic that binds me